You are also a doctor, and you should know that it makes no sense to talk about toxicity aside from dosage, unless of course that little guy is right, and your medical certificate is really a forgery~"

"...Did you taste anything?"

The beautiful doctor Cameron didn't want to be teased anymore about the doctor's certificate issue, so she complained: "Do I still need to take this to the laboratory for testing?"

"Of course something went wrong."

Dr. House said venomously: "Otherwise you think I like to drink the residual fluids of homeless people..."

Having said this, he looked at Chuck: "Look! Look! He looked at me with that look again, as if to say, 'You just like it because you are from the corrupt country'..."

"Do not make jokes!"

The beautiful doctor Cameron looked serious: "This soda is mass-produced. If what you say is true, then there must be a large number of defective products in circulation, endangering the lives of many people. We must act immediately.

"

"Go to the laboratory for testing and draw conclusions that can withstand testing as soon as possible."

Chuck took out his cell phone and dialed a number: "I'll notify the police station and start investigating this case."

"good!"

The beautiful doctor Cameron immediately went through the garbage bag and found other soda bottles with residual liquid. Together with the purchased soda bottles, they went to the laboratory to test the ingredients.

Chuck informed Director Randy Tischer and also walked outside the hospital, preparing to go directly to the local soda manufacturer for on-the-spot investigation.

"Hey, wait for me!"

Dr. House limped behind and chased after him: "This is a case I discovered, and I want to participate too!"

Chuck answered him with practical actions.

Dr. House chased for a while and found that Chuck was getting faster and faster. He couldn't keep up at all. He could only stop and touched his painful leg. A trace of depression flashed in his eyes. When he turned around, he didn't see the good boy.

The friend followed, and a trace of curvature appeared in the corner of his mouth again.

"Have you found it?"

Back in the morgue, Dr. House leaned against the door, took out painkillers from his pocket, stuffed a few pills into his mouth, and looked playfully at his good friend Wilson, who was secretly looking at the body.

"Thank God, no."

Dr. Wilson was a little embarrassed.

"I didn't expect that!"

Dr. House looked at his good friend with a strange look, with an expression like "I didn't expect that you, with your thick eyebrows and big eyes, would also be rebellious".

"What's wrong with you?"

Dr. Wilson said helplessly.

"According to ordinary people's understanding, you should say it's a pity, no."

Dr. House said: "But you said thank God, no. It only means that you really hope that her husband is still alive, but in that case, you have no hope. Don't tell me that as long as she is happy, you can't

It’s okay to have her, you know I don’t believe in this! I only believe that human nature is selfish and everyone will lie!

So don't lie to me!

And if what you said is not lying, then there is only one possibility. You really hope that her husband is still alive.

You like her again.

So the conclusion is obvious, you are a nun and a womanizer!

If she loses this identity, maybe she will be less attractive to you."

"Stop talking nonsense!"

Dr. Wilson frowned and interrupted.

"Stop denying it!"

Dr. House did not let him go, and said venomously: "Don't you think I didn't see the cross around her neck? God, the way to salvation is there! If it were me, I would also like to hear her preach to me.

, looking down at me, shouting loudly to God~"

Dr. Wilson walked over directly, took the crutch from Dr. House's hand, and walked away with a cold face.

"Are you trying this trick again? You learned it badly from that facial paralysis guy!"

Dr. House held on to the wall to steady himself, and shouted at the back of his good friend who left angrily: "He can do it, but I can't even tell him?"

"Chuck didn't do anything!"

Dr. Wilson stopped and turned around to refute.

He doesn't even want to repeat Dr. House's description of the scene, it's so blasphemous!

"That's just not done yet!"

Dr. House smiled and said: "Your nun wife completely meets his scientific research and experiment standards. So I bet that if there is a chance, he will definitely do it!"

Dr. Wilson gave Dr. House a hard look, threw the crutch in his hand, and then left.

Dr. House dragged his painful lame leg to catch the crutch. Seeing his good friend leave unhappy, he shook his head and said to himself: "Everything I said is true, why can't you see through it..."

Chuck left the hospital, took a taxi to the factory where the soda manufacturer was located, and met Director Randy Tischer who had arrived.

The scale of this manufacturer is not large, and the boss is not a big capitalist.

According to the common sense that 'in a capital society, the higher you climb, the more anti-social you become', this female boss's anti-social attributes are still relatively mild.

So under Chuck's questioning, he couldn't stand it any longer and told the truth: "The pure natural soda without additives tasted too bland, so we added ethylene glycol as a stabilizer. The formula was not stable at first.

So a batch of products was produced.”

"What is ethylene glycol?"

Chief Randy Tischer looked confused.

"A colorless, odorless, sweet, poisonous liquid."

Chuck explained.

"You actually used toxic liquid as an additive?"

Randy looked at the female boss in disbelief.

"I'm not the only one doing this."

The female boss smiled bitterly and said: "Drinking it originally wouldn't kill anyone. At most it would make people bloated and uncomfortable. Who would have thought that someone would drink 12 bottles in one go!"

"How many of these have you produced?"

Randy asked.

"About 500 bottles."

The female boss said.

"Is there a mark?"

Randy asked.

"No need to mark."

Chuck interrupted: "Do you think that in this case, anyone would still care whether what she produced was defective?"

"You're under arrest!"

Randy nodded. Once the news got out, they would all be recalled or removed from the shelves. No one would drink this anymore, so he took out the handcuffs and said to the female boss.

The two arrested the female boss and went to the police station.

When he arrived at the police station, Randy handed the female boss over to his men and asked Chuck, "Is what she said true? Is she not the only one who does this?"

Chuck looked at him: "It's all technology and hard work. You don't want to know."

"All right."

Randy thought for a while and decisively chose to give up.

He is not a rich man. Even if he really knows the technology and ruthless content in it, what will he do?

Life still has to go on.

"What are you looking at?"

When Randy saw Chuck looking away, he immediately looked over and saw two beauties with very different styles in the police station.

"Go over and have a look."

Chuck didn't explain, just walked over.

The delicate and charming beauty with a cross hanging on her chest saw a flash of panic in her eyes when she saw Chuck coming over. She turned her head and looked at another gorgeous beauty who was half hugging her.

The angry beauty frowned and looked over.

"what happened?"

Randy asked the police officer who received the two beauties.
To be continued...